During the winter of 1968, as we are
finishing our second year at the University of Guelph, my friend, Don Spears and
I start talking about taking a year off and backpacking around Europe. To my
astonishment, my mother encourages the idea. She says: “I have been wondering
when you would get around to it.” Just after New Years, I take the Greyhound to
Thornhill, north of Toronto, where Don’s family lives and we make final
preparations for our expedition. We are booked from New York City to Luxembourg
on Loftleiđir, Icelandic
Airlines, the cheapest way to Europe. Click here
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